Today I was talking to a friend who is expecting her first baby. She’s having a girl. She knows her life is going to change, but is excited about what is to come. It was so fun to watch her face light up as she talked about her daughter and the adventure she and her husband will begin upon her arrival.
It brought back so many wonderful memories of my first pregnancy with my daughter, the excitement, the anticipation, the fear. As we talked, I thought about the new seasons of life we are both entering. Hers will be filled with sleepless nights, diapers, and late night feedings. Mine will be filled with moving, saying goodbye, and an empty house. Hers is the beginning and mine is the ending. Both will be exciting. Both will be a little scary. Both will have good days and bad days. Both will go by quickly.
So I’m trying to
enjoy what’s left of this senior year. I want to soak it all in and hold it close to my heart; to ponder and cherish.
Which leads me to shoes.
We have piles of them in various locations of the house. I have a basket of them in the mud room. I thought that having a container would confine them to one location. I was wrong. Shoes line the wall by our kitchen and the wall next to the already full basket. Shoes even collect under our coffee table in our living room. Those shoes can make me crazy! And yet…I know someday, I will miss seein
g them.
My kids shoes will one day be piled in their dorm rooms or apartments. That’s where they will belong. And that’s where part of my heart will be.
So for today, I’m trying to remember what those shoe piles represent…
